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Copyright, 1911 

By Miss Lizzie A. Schantz 

Danvers, Illinois 






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"For voices pursue him by day, 
And haunt him by night, 
And he listens, and needs must obey 
When the Angel says: 'Write!'" 

— Longfellow. 



A Winter Nigtt 

Through the bare trees the angry north wind roars, 
Laden with snowflakes; wildly the branches toss 
And seem to battle with the raging storm; 
Now for a short brief space it's strength is spent. 
Again with added fury it bursts forth, 
Whirling the feathery snowflakes high in air. 

*Tis night, and not a star is seen o'erhead. 
Afar one flickering light shines dim 
Through the thick darkness that enwraps the land. 
There is a charm in nature when the winds 
Rush from the north; the icelocked stream, the 

snow, 
Fast'ning, as it falls, on every tree and shrub, 
Until the whole world is a robe of white, 
Makes scene as fair as ever was portrayed. 

Would summer's loveliness be half as great 
If winter's winds would ne'er o'ersweep the earth? 
Where were the beauty of the op'ning rose. 
The balmy summer air, the song bird's note, 
If the white snow did never cover all? 

And so in life, the darkest hour will pass. 
The sun but shines the brighter after rain; 
Adversity's chill blasts will rise and storm, 
Yet are they but the minor chords that help 
To make the music of our lives complete. 

Sweet sleep, come, weave o'er me thy gentle spell, 
Sweet dreams, come, lend thy charms to my repose, 
Wind send abroad thy plaintive voice tonight; 
Who does not love to listen to thy strains 
Music of winter! Breathe sweetest melody. 
Lull me to sleep. 

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^^Until Deatk Do Us Part ' 

In the soft September sunshine 

You are standing by my side, 
Overhead in autumn beauty 

Blue the sky is reaching wide; 
In my heart a ray of gladness 

Brighter than the sun, has shone, 
For today the words were spoken 

That have made you all my own; 
Mine to guard and cherish always 

As the treasure of my heart, 
I'll be true to you, my darling, 
"Until death do us part." 

With your blessed presence near me 

I can walk the darkest way. 
Careless what the future brings me 

Since you are my own today. 
Place your hand in mine, beloved, 

Let me look into your eyes. 
There the blue of heaven lives always, 

There love's sunshine ever lies. 
And the earnest prayer that ever 

Thus I'll stand, goes from my heart. 
Heaven above and you beside nte 
"Until death do us part." 



The Heart s Desire 

When the morning light is breaking in the distant 
eastern sky, 

When, triumphant in the heavens, bright the noon- 
day sun shines high. 

When the twilight shadows gather, grow and 
lengthen broad and deep. 

And beneath night's dusky mantle all the world is 
hushed to sleep, 

I am' haunted by the vision of a pair of tender 
eyes, 

In my waking hours they're with me, even in my 
dreams arise. 

Must I not obey their language? When they call 

must I not go 
When, within their light to linger earth to paradise 

doth grow? 
Count as less than naught the frowning of a world 

that disapproves ? 
When the arms I love enfold me care I for it's 

hates or loves? 
When, to follow where they lead rrie satisfies the 

heart's unrest, 
And the fulness of contentment comes to dwell 

within my breast? 

Dearest heart ! my life can hold no happiness apart 

from thee. 
Pleasures vanish where thou art not, where thou 

art is bliss to me; 
Casting all upon the altar, joyfully to thee I 

come 



From thy lips to drink in rapture, in thy arms to 

find my home; 
Nevermore from thee divided, ever thy dear face 

to see, 
For my love can know no ending, but lives through 

eternity. 



Asleep 

In Memory of J. C. O. 

E'er the burning heat of noonday 
Had descended on his forehead 
He grew weary of the journey, 
Closed his eyes and fell asleep; 
When the glory of the Maytime 
Rested on the hills and valleys, 
And a whisper of the summer 
Through the woods began to creep. 

By the forest trees surrounded, 
Where the wild wood birds are calling. 
Where, across the crumbling tombstones 
Tangled weeds and grasses sway; 
In a spot now world forgotten, 
Near the old haunts of his boyhood, 
Quietly to sleep they laid him 
Till the resurrection day. 



Some Day 

Some day the chords that draw you close to 

me 
Shall slip away, and we shall both be free; 
And you will laugh at words you once have said, 
And I shall blush at thoughts of what once fed 
My heart with warmth and light from realms o'er- 
head, 

Some day the delusive veil will lifted be 

And we shall see the bare reality; 

Thf mockery of idle tales once told, 

The worthless baubles which we once did hold 

Dearer and sweeter than either fame or gold. 

Some day the faintest whisper, smile or sigh, 
As light as summer zephyrs floating by, 
Shall serve to take the wavering fancy hence, 
Reveal to the awakened mind and sense, 
A heart where dwells but cold indifference. 

Some day no more my lips shall feel your kiss, 
Your soft caress that fills my soul with bliss; 
Each shall view passion's death without regret, 
Our lives drift far apart, our hearts forget, 
Be sure, some day, but O, not now, — not yet. 



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TLe Harper 

Harper, with thy mystic numbers 
Thou hast waked the drowsy night, 
Chased the shadows into flight; 

When, with magical, swift fingers 
Thou dost sweep the golden strings, 
Lo, the darkness wakes and sings. 

Cans't thou guess what deep emotions 
Start and kindle in the heart. 
Called to life beneath thy art? 

Feelings that I thought had perished, 
Shrouded in the silent tomb, 
Burst once more to sudden bloom. 

Thine the power to voice the throbbings 
Of the world's great heart at will; 
Much I owe thy subtle skill. 

Wizard ! thou hast charmed the sunshine 
And the breath and bloom of May 
Where the spell of winter lay. 



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Tke Happy Present 

Tonight you are mine, and the roses bloom, 
And a shower of lighi illumines the gloom, 
And the gay, wild music rings sweeter and clearer 
As moment by moment the present grows dearer, 
And the past's barren pathways forgotten lie 
As in laughter and music the hours go by. 

Tonight you are mine; O life you are sweet! 

world full of gladness and glory complete! 

1 knew not your gifts such delights could bestow, 
I dreamed not my heart of such sweetness could 

know 
As that which transforms the whole weary old 

earth 
To a rose scented planet of sunshine and mirth. 

Tonight you are mine, what more can life hold? 
Of what deeper contentment has lip ever told 
With your arms clasped around me, your breath 

on my cheek, 
And the mad music echoing the words that you 

speak, 
As we float on the waves of a passion of pleasure 
That voice cannot utter, and mind cannot meas- 
ure? 

What reck we of that which tomorrow may be! 
Tomorrow mlay ne'er dawn for you and for me. 
Life beats in the pulses tonight, warm and strong. 
Love chords the heart-throbs to an exquisite song; 
We ask for no happiness sweeter than this. 
And a few short hours hold a lifetime of bliss. 

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Heart Hunger 

O best beloved, couldst thou only know 
The powerless, gnawing hunger of the heart 

That cries out night and morning in it's woe, 
When the dusk gathers till the stars depart; — 

Cries out it's single burning, wild desire, 
All that it now but asks of earthly bliss — 

With deathless longing and with passionate fire. 
The one unceasing prayer, but this, but this — 

Just to behold thy face! to meet the glance 
Of eyes that looked in mine with tenderness. 

Alas my heart! o'er all earth's vast expanse. 
By noon or night, love's presence but can bless. 



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Estranged 

Where lay the fault, since fault there was, I wonder. 

Say, was it yours or mine? 
The sweetest thing that breathed the heavens un- 
der, 

On which the sun did shine 
You seemed to me, and now today we stand 

With unresponsive eye, and unclasped hand. 
Of all that once has been, the gleam and glory — 

There lives no trace, no sign. 

We go our ways ; life yet may hold some brightness, 

Things beautiful and sweet; 
The lips will laugh again, with seeming lightness 

Once more the heart will beat. 
But know this, friend, my very best I've given 

To you, who were to me a thought of heaven, 
Offered the heart's pure gold, it's goodliest treas- 
ures, 

And laid them at your feet. 



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For Love s Sake 

One day Love came and entered at my door, 
And as I bade her tarry at my side, 
Thus did she speak : "The heart, where I abide. 

Must leave all else to which it cleaved before. 

Pay homage at my altar night and day. 
In hourly sacrifices never tire. 
And beat with but one feeling, one desire. 

In service sweet to waste itself away." 

"And what, then, will the guerdon be?" I cried, 
And this her answer : "Sorrow shalt thou see, 
Tears as the rain shall thy companions be, 

And whitecheeked Pain shall dwell close by thy 
side." 

And tho my heart grew sad when thus she spake. 
So glorious was her form, her face so fair, 
I held her close, content to take my share 

Of pain, tears, sorrow, all — for dear Love's sake. 



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In tke Hartor 

Today I look upon the long months gone, 
Months filled with grief and bitter wretchedness, 
As on a dream, and marvel how they passed; 
Yet this at length I find, that not in vain 
They came to me, some good remains behind. 
The mem'ries hidden close within my heart, 
As white and sweet as lilies that we place 
Upon the breast of our beloved dead, 
These they have left; I have been brought more 

near 
To all God's humblest creatures every where. 
I had not known what human hearts can feel, 
What minds can suffer, yea, I had not lived 
Had I not known the night as well as day. 



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K^espite 

My soul, thou dwellest in a goodly land. 
Where vales are green, and peaceful waters glide; 
Rest here, my soul, and be thou satisfied; 

Rest here, my soul, nor seek to understand 

The misty future that before thee lies; 
The present smiles as Indian summer days 
That bring thee dreamful airs and golden haze, 

And after, barren fields and frowning skies. 



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Dorrcw^ 

Somewhere in dimlit paths of future years 

Where shadows dwell, with arms outstretched, 
she waits 

To lead the shrinking soul within her gates, 
There to receive it's dismal dower of tears; 
And closer than is Love's is her embrace, 

And far more loath her ling' ring feet to go, 
And thou wilt know her pallid tear-washed face, 

And wasted form, in sable robes of woe. 

And each and all will sometime meet her there, 

Although the spirit struggle and rebel; 

And some there are who with her long must 
dwell. 
And some have perished in a cold despair; 
But he whose heart is true, whose faith is sure, 

From out her shadows purified will move, 
Stronger in soul to labor and endure. 

Richer in mercy, tenderness and love. 



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My Books 

With reverent hands I turn the precious pages 
That speak to me in voices from the past 
The mighty thots gigantic minds have cast 

Upon the world, to live thru coming ages. 

The hidden war the passionate heart wages 
Here lies revealed; the hopes that bloomed and 

died; 
The tales of joy or woe, of pain and pride, 

The passion that with helpless fury rages. 

The earth groans 'neath it's burden of distress, 

The glorious mission shall be yours forever 
With Beauty's smile our hungry lives to bless. 

My friends, from whom nor time nor place can 
sever ! 
Others may pass away or love me less, 
You still remain, unchanged, to wander never. 



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A Farewell 

"Take thou the path apart," so Fate hath spoken, 
And I needs must obey; 
Farewell at last, I shall possess thee never 
On all my future way. 

Not here, while walks the soul it's destined path- 
way, 

Though sad or glad it be, 
Nor yet beyond the tomb, when time is ended, 

In all eternity. 



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Tke Poet 

One sang, and many turned aside to hear, 

And they whose souls were fashioned to conceive 

The beautiful, still listened with delight, 

And inly blest the singer and the song, 

Till far and wide, in countless homes, the strains 

Flowed from the lips, familiar and beloved; 

And often the charmed world, half envying, said: 

"What joy must fill the soul that thus can soar 

Above the woes of earth, its pains and cares 

And bless and beautify the lives of men 

With treasures gathered from the realm of tho't. 

And far away a lonely woman dwelt, 

Whose feeble flesh had often shrunk beneath 

The touch of pain, and who in silence bore 

A bitter fate, and fed a hungry heart 

On dreams of love, and for the power of song 

Paid with the loss of all life held most sweet. 



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Chanty 

I bear thee on my heart, 

Now while thy young life feels its first distress, 

Thy young lips taste their first of bitterness. 

When peace has fled, and hope and courage fade, 

Helpless my arms, and powerless to aid, 

Each day, each hour I bear thee on my heart. 

The night of sin is dark, 

The shadows deep, but love can find thee still, 

Love, strong to suffer, to endure all ill. 

Before the mercy seat doth make her plea 

Praying that God be gracious unto thee. 

Love finds thee still, although the night is dark. 



22 



To A Sufferer 

As dull today gives place to sad tomorrow, 

And one sure doom thy weary eyes doth greet, 
As slow, with feeble steps thou threadst the 
street, 
Fain from the warmth and light new strength to 
borrow — 

And seemingly unknown to pain or sorrow 
The many forms push by with eager feet, 
So full of busy life, hopes high and sweet, 

And thine the pain strewn pathway, steep and nar- 
row — 

Remember, they to whom, perchance, today 

Sometimes half wistfully thy glance is roving, 
Likewise will hear the call from work or play. 

A brief time more for toiling, hoping, loving. 
Till these, too, reach at last upon their way, 
The destiny to which we all are moving. 



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1 omorrow 

Flecked with the sunshine and the clouds of fate, 
Thou waitest, beyond mortal ken or sight; 
A thief, to rob me of my small delight; 

A lover, for whose glad approach I wait. 

Through present calm we hear thy tempests rain, 
Cheating the soul of pleasures of today. 
Chasing the laughter on our lips away 

With visions of what thou do'st hold of pain. 

When slow hours drag, and sorrow lingers late, 
The parched soul, thirsting for the draught de- 
nied, 
Whispers its hope e'er yet the tears are dried: 
"Tomorrow's joys will surely compensate." 

Tomorrow ! in thy lap our hopes we lay. 
To thee the millions look in joy or dread; 
On the elated heart thy gloom is shed; 

Thy promise lifts the burdens of today. 



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A Memory 

Thou wert fair ! thou wert fair ! not the beauty of 

aught on the land or the sea. 
With all that is brightest and sweetest, can rival 

the glory in thee; 
For thou earnest how? who that could answer? who 

sent thee the heart could not know, 
But received thee unasking, undoubting, as the best 

that this life could bestow ; 
And for silence and gloom there was laughter, for 

want there was plenteous store, 
And the glad Ught streamed into the chambers that 

were empty and cheerless before. 

O the whole being welcomed thy coming! O the 
woe and the waiting were long ! 

And the heart could not hide its rejoicing, but 
broke into rapturous song; 

And the song was a psalm of thanksgiving, a jubi- 
lant hymn of delight 

That greeted the light of the morning and sang on 
thru the silence of night ; 

For the joys that were mine with thy coming made 
the hours with gladness replete, 

And were all but the purest and fairest, with no 
bitter, but only the sweet. 

And now that thou'rt dead I will fold thee in gar- 
ments all precious and bright. 

The sunshine dyed garments of splendor that were 
woven for thee by Delight, 

And lay thee away in a corner of the innermost 
shrine of the heart 

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Where Memory looks on thee often as the years 

with their sorrows depart; 
Embalmed in the dews and the moonshine, no decay 

shall steal over thy form, 
But lovely, as in thy brief lifetime, thou remainest, 

bright, glorious and warm. 



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Tne Larger Grief 



We shrink from grief that summons up the tears 
Forth from' the heart wells, and the shadows 
press 

A while upon us, and the darkness hears 
The choking sobs that voice the soul's distress. 

But O, God help us in the greater woe 
That sweeps the whole life empty, we beseech ! 

The dry eyed anguish that no voice can know, 
But lies beyond the reach of tears or speech. 



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Tke Empty Nest 

Not many a moon has hung her amber light 
In yonder peaceful heaven since thou wert gay 
With blithesome voices that aroused the day, 

Or crooned to rest a tired world at night; 

Now have thy merry tenants taken flight, 
And where the erstwhile bannered branches sway 
Aeolus wails a wierd spun roundelay 

And cruel rains make sad thy hapless plight. 

Thou tiny home ! I look on thee until 

Something of pity in my heart has grown. 
Well should thj?^ mute forlornness touch me when 

Thou art a symbol of my heart that still 

Cries out, — an empty nest whence song has flown 
"Come back dear love, and make me glad again.'* 



28 



Self Knowleage 

'Not so we choose to walk, not thus we do," 
We say, when hearts are free, the world's yoke 

light. 
And proudly think to read - ourselves aright 

When life is good to taste and skies are blue. 

Till, lo ! some great heart tragedy doth chase 
The mists asunder, and reveals at last 
What years disclosed not, and we look, aghast, 

On our own souls, as on a stranger's face. 



29 



Desolate 

Ah well I know, when first your anxious eyes 
Followed my steps, the will that urged my feet 
Into the way that fancy counted sweet, 

Nor would forsake, was neither good nor wise; 

Till lo, one camle whose home is in the skies, 
And where was will of mine his will to meet? 
He taught me all things, and with power replete, 

Made old things new and brought back paradise. 

Now he is gone, (my story is not new,) 
And the dull mind's eye can no longer see 
The things without, but only things within; 

Ah, had Love stayed his shining feet I too 
Had striven not unworthily, for he 
Who casts out fear, doth also cast out sin. 



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Song to tke Nigttwind 

Nightwind, that with whispers tender 

Woo' St the clouds to thy breast 
In a song no tongue can render, 

Sing my heart into rest. 
Spread thy wild wings o'er a valley 

That lies low, where sweet sun dally 
With the pine-gemimed forest's splendor 

In the heart of the west. 

O shreds of a past 

Where the heart leaves were shed ! 
That sleeps and wakes and murmurs, 

Living ever, tho dead. 

Crooning nightwind, tender lover. 

Matchless minstrel thou art; 
While thy pinions round me hover 

Hear the voice of my heart. 
Take the tears, of love a token. 

All the grief unheard, unspoken, 
But the goldspun hours lived over 

Leave till time shall depart. 

O shreds of a past 

Where the heart leaves were shed! 
That sleeps and wakes and murmurs. 

Living ever, tho dead. 



31 



Tke Flirt 

He has not found her fair, his voice replies 
Nought to the call from out her spirit's need— 
The God, whose altar fires thousands feed 

With living hearts, a joyful sacrifice, — 

On others he has smiled, but has withstood 
Her plea of outstretched arms, who might have 

been 
Her soul's best talisman and shield from sin, 

The pride and glory of her womanhood. 

Therefore, because Love hears not, though her 
whole 
Soul cries to him, one is her frequent guest 
Who wears Love's garments, in his likeness 
dressed, 
The outward form of light without the soul; 
And as she stoops to drink his amorous breath 
The idle mimicry seems real, quite. 
And the world hears, nor are its judgments 
light, 
But sees not the sad heart that beats beneath. 



32 



The Universal Question 

When the glorious light broke forth with joy 

The wonders of life to trace, 
And the word was said that sent a world 

To swing in measureless space, 
And thot on thot disclosed to view 

Fresh visions of truth and grace, — 

When being was beauty, life linked to life, 

A harmonious brotherhood, 
And man, newcome from the Maker's touch. 

In His image and likeness stood, 
The Lord of the universe viewed His work 

And saw that it was good. 

Had the Master Builder's judgment erred 
Or wrought an imperfect plan? 

Had the Infinite less than the perfect thot 
When His word created man? 

Had the evil a place in the mind of Good 
When the journey of time began? 

Yet today the cry of man's despair 

Is echoed as with one breath. 
And we search among the herbs of earth 

For the power that quickeneth, 
And look for peace to the brawl of war, 

For life to the shades of death. 

If the voice that once thru Eden's groves 
Rang: "Adam where art thou?" 

Should startle the sons of men away 
From their dear bought treasures now. 

Must the answer still be "Lo, in fear, 
In blindness and shame of brow?'* 

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The Spirit of October 



Spirit of the dreamful moon, 
Once again, thy form advancing 
Comes, amid the forest glancing, 

Setting heaven and earth in tune. 

Crimson gleams thy robe of splendor, 
Heavenly tints thy brow have crowned, 

All the air grows soft and tender; 
Soothed, as love beside its lover, 
Dreams the earth, 'neath lights that cover 

Nature's face with glories 'round. 

Not the outer world alone, 

But within the sacred places 

Of the heart thy magic traces 
Golden gleams I once have known. 
Laid aside with silent weeping. 
Covered o'er with dust and dew 
Maytime memories are sleeping, 

Till, thy breath upon them falling, 

To today the past is calling, 
And a dead love lives anew. 



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Cliangc 



*Ever thine," thou smilest, "dear one, will I be, 
Shall my love not live throughout eternity?" 
Ah, thou little know'st how soon thy words shall 

seem 
As the empty murmur of a vanished dream. 

E'er yon feebly outlined crescent thread of white 
Shall have reached her golden, shining round of 

light, 
Some indifferent words shall fall upon thine ear, 
And a changed world to thy vision shall appear. 

Some thought, sleeping in the mind's unused re- 
cess 

Yet may rise in strength, with pow'r to curse or 
bless. 

Come to thee, a sudden wonder and surprise, 

'Twixt the op'ning and the closing of the eyes. 

Does the soft voiced wind, blown from a western 
shore, 

Augur of the gales the morrow may deplore? 

Do the joyous hours that laugh without a tear, 

Reck of griefs that washed the cheeks of yester- 
year ? 

May buds yield to June, and darkness follows 

day; 
Men's minds climb from heights to depths, from 

grave to gay ; 
O'er our heads the shifting cloud-drifts roam and 

range, 

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Passion dies and hearts grow tired; may'st thou 
not change? 

What allures today tomorrow may repel; 
Evening voices chant thy bright day's funeral 

knell ; 
And the glance that caused some face to shine 

today 
E'er tomorrow may in coldness turn away. 



36 



Tke Passing of C. E. 

The trill of a bird 

In the warm air heard, 

The wave of a bough of white, 

And thru green alleys a bit of clay- 
Has crossed the day of delight, 

Just a bit of clay 

On its pitiful way 
From tempest and turmoil to rest, 

And if hands are not tender old earth is more kind 
And takes the worn form to its breast. 

"Goodby, goodby, goodby," 
The breezes of April sing low 

The dream and the dreamer have parted, and on 
Rolls the tides of humanity's flow. 

Ah well, lack a day ! 
'Tis the old world's way, 

(Press on, there's a haven ahead) 
When vice is early, and justice late, 

And stones are given for bread; 
And below there's an earth 
Of a marvelous birth, 

O'erhead there is glory and light, 
Somehow Love is present, somewhere there is 
peace, 

And sometime will wrong be made right. 

"Goodby, goodby, goodby," 

Still whisper the breezes so mild. 
Sink down to the silence, if vanquished, what care? 
Earth covers her storm battered child. 

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Memories 

Upon the swelling hillsides still clothed in summer's 

green 
Already subtle traces of autumn's touch are seen, 
And from the dales the sunlight has pierced with 

golden shaft 
They come, the ghosts of hours that once have 

lived and laughed. 

Just a little sweeter than aught that's gone be- 
fore. 

Just a little fairer than all the future's store; 

But all thy tender graces the years have swept 
away, 

Nothing now is left me but a memory. 

Dew and star shine brought thee, moments of de- 
light, 

Dew and starshine turn my thots to thee at night; 

Pleasant lies life's pathway, but that which once 
the heart 

Felt, was not of earthlife, but of heav'n a part. 



38 



The Light of Love 

Thou lovest? Then rejoice, for on thy soul 
The light has fallen that shines upon the way 
Which leads from darkness upward into day. 
From troubled dreams unto thy spirit's goal. 
That light divine hath power to make thee whole! 

Fear not to trust thyself unto its ray 
Tho now but sorrow may thy toils repay 
Thy heart not being schooled in self control. 
Be still, 'tis of God's giving; they who love 
Haye felt His presence and the power thereof. 



39 



Lines on A Western Valley 

Lightflooded, peacefilled, as the hours that I spent 

by thy side, 
Lie the low falling fields, in the joy of a summer 

day's pride; 

low lying fields that are full of the voices of 

birds, 
As the long vanished hours were full of the grace 
of thy words ! 

1 look on the green and the gold, on the shade and 

the sheen, 

But the ghost of a flown away glory arises be- 
tween. 

And no longer the music of gold throated warblers 
I hear, 

But laughter and voices of viols ring out on the 
ear. 

The hurrying feet of the wind bend the cool 

scented grass, 
Even so did the hurrying hours rejoicingly pass. 
And it is but a vision of old, born again, that I 

greet. 
That speaks thru the eyes to the heart from the 

vale at my feet. 

"Praise Love!" sing the fields and the woods, the 
vast blue overhead, 

"The sweets of His giving live on when the sor- 
rows are dead." 

Thrice worth all the burden-bowed days, all the 
heartbreaking tears 

Is this vision of heaven born joys from the graves 
of past years. 

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Lines on Tne Deatli of H. B» 

Tune thy lyre, O wind of springtide, 
Let thy sweetest numbers wander 
Where the boughs of stately cedars 

Cast a softly trembling shade ; 
In the dusk of fragrant branches 
Weave thy songs, for youth and beauty, 
Gladsome lips and heart of sunshine 

In their shadow have been laid. 

Mixed with sound of wild bees' droning 
Day and night thy whispers murmur, 
Day and night, soft intonations, 

Sweet as mother's lullaby ; 
At thy touch the rank-grown grasses 
Swing their tufts of seeded tangles, 
Tiny creatures of the forest 

Dart among them swift and shy. 

There the idle hours linger, 

Languorous, with restful pulses, 

Spent breaths from the lowhung meadows 

Lie upon the dreaming air; 
While yon swiftly flashing vision 
Speeding by on lightning pinions 
Seems to send a passing greeting 

To the silent sleeper there. 



41 



A Dream 

Last night, in a dream, you were with me, the 

same as of old, 
And the oldtime delight, like the summer's breath, 

over me rolled. 
The strange, sweet delight that has power to change 

dust into bloom, 
Bring gladness to gloom. 

What brought you, O vision of beauty so soft and 

so deep? 
Unsought, uninvited you entered the gateway of 

sleep. 
Opened wide the closed doors of a country where 

joy lights the ways, 
Love hears and obeys. 

Did some thot, buried deep beneath the old rub- 
bish of days, 

Start up from the tomb, like a spectre, to walk the 
old ways? 

Or did soul, rising free from the flesh's limitations 
with power, 

Meet soul for one hour? 



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The Priest 

I wonder if ever, when music's strains flow 

In waves on the incense sweet air, 
In the altar's bright blaze as you kneel, bending low, 

Your lips breathing words of a prayer — 

Some feeling that long had been hushed into rest, 
With no likeness to heavenly fire. 

Wakes to sudden, impetuous life in your breast 
In a passionate wave of desire. 

Did never a yearning, unspoken tho deep, 
Turn your musings from objects divine 

Away in a strong, irresistible sweep 

To the world you have vowed to resign? 



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Wina and. Poplar 

What said the wind as it passed this way 

Touching your leaves of green 
Till they trembled and thrilled in ripples of joy 

With a murmur of sighs between? 

Did he bring you a tale from wonderful lands 

That lie *neath a foreign sky, 
Or was it only a kiss that he stole 

As lightly he skurried by? 



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Immortality 

Have I not felt thee, blessed gift of God, 
In moments rare, when Soul has felt the sway 
Of feelings born not in this earth and day, 
And for a space in higher regions trod? 
What tho the outward sense doth not perceive 
The spirit's pow'r, still held in error's clutch. 
This much I know : sometime the magic touch 
Which wonders marvelous doth still achieve — 
Will yet transform this fragile robe of clay 
And outward formfe attest Its inward sway 



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The Answer 

I looked about me and shuddered at the view 

which met my sight, 
The cruel greed that crushes, and the lust that 

smiles to blight, 
The woe that lives on unheeded, the tears that 

are made to fall, 
The sin and crime that flourish and trail their 

slime thru all 
Till my faith began to waver, and I cried in sor- 
row and pain : 
"Is there none to stand firm and faithful, unshaken 

thru loss or gain? 
Must Virtue fall on the highway where Vice hath 

boldly trod? 
In all this struggle and conflict, O tell me, where 

is God?" 

Then the still, small voice made answer, (O the 
peace that the whisper brought!) 
"Dost thou look without on the evils the failures 

of men have wrought? 
Hast thou sought for God without thee, and hast 

thou sought in vain? 
Go look within and find Him, and thou never 

need'st seek again; 
To manifest His presence is thy privilege day by 

day, 
Tho others may stumble and falter thou yet canst 

keep the way; 
Eternal power upholds thee tho the path thou 

never hast trod; 
Be true to thyself, and in all things and always 

shalt thou see God." 

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(Sin Tl'dxd)tn* 



Siaaie 5f. ©(f)an^, ®ant)erg, Sa. 



©^ iiiar einmal ein ®i(f)ter, ber iDoi^nte in 
eiuer armfeligen Quite, tneit a& )oon hem Sdrm 
ber ©tabt, na^e an einem ]d£)ioneu ^albe. 

^ie DJ^ot^ fa() oftmaB gur X^ixv !)inein, unb 
ber ^'vinimeu tvax t§m audt) fein grembling, unh 
t)on ben greuben ber SSelt l^Qtte ber arme ®td^= 
ter no(f) fel^r toentg einpfunben. 

SSenn er fid) einmal l^inauS unter bie Tien- 
\d)en tDaqte,, font er nxeifteng enttoufd^t su feiner 
jtiEen ^albe§>^emai^ guriidf, benn 3it)i{(f)en i^m 
unb jenen ha bran^en tear !ein reciter @in!Iang ; 
fie berftanben il^n nic^t, ober er berftanb fie 
nic^t. 

3Bag er oBer berftanb, ha§> tvav ha^ 9lauf<^en 
bc^ 28inbe§ in hen S3iaumen, bie ^pvadje ber 
SSogel unb ba§ Swollen be§ ©onner^. 

Hnb al§> einmal eine ber fd^onen grauen an^ 
ber grofeen (Btaht einen gangen Jierrlid^en ©om- 
mer in ber SSalbe^rul^e berbradjte, ha lernte er 
and:}. ha§> iDunberBare (S^efiil^I fennen, bo§ bie 
@rbe toieber neu madjt, unb hen ^immel in hie 
©eele fen!t. 

51I§ aber bie SSogel gen ©iiben gogen, ha gog 
an^ hie f(f)one grembe iDieber in il)re §eimat]^ 
guriid, unb ni(f)t nur im SSalbe tuaren bie fiifeen 
Sieber berftummt, aud^ im ^ergen be§ S)ici)ter§ 
tDurbe e§> ftiEe. 

Vinh aR hie SSonne unb ber ^mmer,, bo^ 
@Iiid^ unb ber ©dC)mer5, ha^ fein ^erg erf(^iit= 

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terte tt)te em mad^ttger SKtnb bie ftolge (iidje Big 
in bie SBuraeIn erf(f)iittert, moB er in feine @e= 
btdjte unb fanbte fie in hit SSelt !)inau§. 

Unb ntand^e fonben ©inlafe in ^ergen, bie 
Qleid) if)m greub nnb 2eih empfnnben f)atten, 
aber audf) l^iele fel^rten gu il^m guriid. 

£)a 3og er fid> intmer mel)r t)on ben SO^enfd^en 
Snriic!, nnb fein ^erg iDurbe imnier tranriger, 
nnb bagn fam nod^, bofe feine 5trmnt]^ immer 
snnal^m, fobag bie 9cot{) nid)t nnr gnr ^()iir 
fjinein fa^, fonbern aud^ ben gufe anf bie Sd^n)el= 
le fe^te unb nid£)t nur bie ©eele, aud^i ber Seib 
be§ ^i(^ter§ fing on gu frdnfeln. 

2)a fud^te er eine§ ^age^ einen S^u^erer anf, 
ber im SBalbe n)ol)nte, t)on bem gefagt iDnrbe, 
er ^^abe fd^on t)iefen Seuten sum ©liidf ber= 
Ijolfen. 

S)em flagte er fein Setb. 

S)er S^^wtoer t)orte i^m 3U, unb al§ er gu 
©nbe n>ar, ntetnte biefer: 

„2)ir fvinn geljolfen loerben. S'd& t^erf^redje 
S)ir 9fleid)t]^um unb ©rfolg, tv\e ®u in S)einen 
fd^i3nften ^raunnen e§ i)ir nid£)t borgefteEt ^cift. 
2)ein D^ufim foE burd^ hie ganse SSelt bringen, 
unb We toerben fid^, gliidflid^ fdEio^en, S)id& 
greunb gu nennen; aile 2Biinf(i)e i)etne§ ^er= 
geng foEen erfiiEet toerben, toag ®u unter= 
nimmft foE S)ir gelingen unb hie 5frmut^ foEft 
2)u nidit mel^r fennen. ®ie§ aEe^ merbe id) 
!Dir geben, nur @inem foEft 2)u entfagen." 

„llnb ba^ iT^cire?" 

,,'^ev Siebe, bie Seine 33egleiterin bi^ Ijier* 
Fier geniefen ift. Stnbere toerben S)ir biefe§ @e» 
fiibi entgegen bringen, nur S)u felbft foEft fie 
nic^t me{)r em^finben/' 

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S)er ®i(f)ter \ann eine 2BeiIe nadj. „^ut" 
\aQie er bonn, „i(ij bin sufricbert. 2Sa§ uiiE td^ 
mit ber CieBe? 3>ie Ijat ntir rtur Summer ge^ 
brac^t iinb ift fcf)ulb an aE meirtcnt ©lenb." 

@r fa]& md}t ba§> Bosi^oftc Slilsen in ben 5(u= 
t^en be§ ^Qw^erer^, unb nnter Dielen S)anfc?>= 
iDorten entfernte er fid). 

Unb tria ber Q^nbexev gefagt I^atte, fo ge- 
fcflQ^) e^. 

Seine Sieber fonben ^lo^Iirf) ©efaEen nnb lunr^ 
ben iiberaH nerlangt, nnb fein dlame iDurbe be= 
fmmt burd^ ha§> gange Sonb nl§ ber genialfte 
©id^ter ber !^eit. Sente, bie t)or5er ad^tIo§ 
an if)m borbei gegongen maren, fomen il^m el)r= 
erBietig entgegen, unb er rtiurbe gefuc^t unb 
gefeiert, too er erfd^ien. 

S)ie f)o]&en ©ummen, bie feine SBerfe ein= 
brad^ten, mad^teji ber ^Irmut^ balb ein @nbe. 
©in reidfier 33en)unbcrer feine§ ^alente§ ftarb 
unb ftinterlie^ il^m fein ganseg 95ermogen. 

%n ber ©telle, too feine armfelige §iitte ge= 
ftanben l^atte, baute er fid) ein prad)tt)oIIe§ 
®d)Io^ unb ftattete e§ au§ mit ben foftbarften 
(Sdj'dl^en. 

©ine SBeile fonnte fid^' ber S)id)ter in feinem 
neuen (Bliicf, unb in feinem ^ergen banfte er 
bem S^uhevev, ber i!)m 3U aEem tier^olfen l^atte. 

^od) nad^ unb nad^, al§> bie ^lleugeit feiner 
Sage abnal^m, iiberfom i^n mand)moI ein @e= 
fiil&I ber lTnruI)e, unb bie glansenben gefte, bc= 
nen er je^t bettool^nte, fanb er sutoeilen imfcig- 
lid^ langtoeilig. 

SSol^I fd)Iugen ilim tiiele §er§en entgegen, unb 
fitfee Sip|)en imb ftraBIenbe STugen lad^ten il^n 
an, unb einc SSeilc freute er fid^ an i^nen, bod^ 

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itJurbe er oud^ i!)rer uBerbrufftG/ hmn fein ^erg 
BIteB unberiiftrt, er l^otte ja jebeg JDarmere %e- 
fill}! terloren. 

„2SQg fef)It gu memem ©liicf?" fragte er fid) 
mandimal, ioenn er aEetn an feinem ^amin= 
feuer fafe unb feine lui'iiriofe Hmgebung anfal), 
Jd} f)abe aHe^ tr)a.§ ber SO^enfd) braud^t, iim 
gliidflidf) 511 fein, imb hod) — " 

©r fiid^te Hon ^leuem Qerftreuung, gleid^nicl 
Wo er fte fanb, Iiei Ijol^en ©eiftern, ober unter 
bemn, hie nur fiir roufcfienbe 3Sergnugungen 
lebeu, imbefiiinmcrt auf toeid^e %tt fie fie ftnben. 

2)od) ber Std^ter I}atte bie ^o^eit feiner eige= 
nen (Seele unterfdjci^t; in ber ©efeUfc^aft Don 
SP^enfd^en bon niebrtger ©efinnung fii^Ite er fid) 
aBgeftofeen, unb Siebe gu l^euc^eln, mo er !einc 
cmpfonb, tuar ilm nnmoglid). 

(5r mad^te eine meite 9^eifc nnb Befol^ bk 
$IBnnber f rem ber ^cinber, unb oBtDol^I er ftaunte 
unb BetDunberte, fie l^efa^en nid^t bie 5J?ad^t, 
fein ^Jers ju ergreifen luie einft ein lac^elnber 
Sriif)Iing5morgen, ben er Don feiner §titte an^ 
tegriifete. 

©0 tDurbe ba§> SeBen farBIog unb alt, unb 
gule^t gogen fid^ and} bie 50^enfd)en Don i^m in- 
ritdf; fie fanben aud^ feinen redf^ien ©efallen an 
jeinen Siebern me!)r, benn nur mag Dom ©ergen 
ifommt finbet 2Bieber!Iang im ^ergen, unb ^n 
2)id)ter otjne SieBe ift ein ^erb ol^ne geuer. 

llnb oftmalg ging er in btn 3SaIb, um bie 
(^teEe 3U fud£)en, mo er btn 3ctuBerer einft ge- 
tunben ftotte, aBer er fanb fie nid^t. 

Mo Bift S)u?" rief er bocnn in ben 3SoIb 
^inetn, „fomm rier unb Befreie micf) Don jenem 
unfeligen ^^iinbnife unb giB mir mein ^erg mie* 

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ber, ba% id) mirf) and) an aE biefer $errIt(^!eTt 
freuett fann." 

^ber ber ^Qw^s^er fam nt(f)t, unb ber 2i>alb 
gab il&m feine ^tntmort. 

ITnb bie S^^te t)ergtngeit. 

Unb qI.^ ti3iebcr etnmal ber ^riil^Img fetn 
QlIia!)rlTd)e§ SBunber inirfte, ha fu^te ber S)id^= 
ter eine§ f(f)onen 5lbenb§ trieber einmal hen 
SBalb Quf. 5tIIeB fd^tert fid) etner neuen ^off- 
nung Jiinguoeben, unb al§,^ bie niebergel^enbe 
(^onne ber SSelt einen liebeboHen @ulenady:= 
grn^ gugulad^eln f(^ien, itnb l\o<ij oben im Stfl 
eineg alten ^annxeg ein 3?ogeI ein Su^^^teb on- 
ftimmte, ha tourbe fid^ ber ®T(f)ter fo rec^t jetne^. 
@Ienb§ bemu^t, unb auf feine ^nie in ha^ 
junge @raS faEenb, brad) er in Xl)vamn qu§. 

„0 barml^ersiger ©d^bpfer!" rief er in feinet 
S^ergtDeiflung, ,,nimm mir We§> tDa§> td^ l^abe, 
@oIb unb Df^ui^m, ha§> Sob ber SSelt unb aK bie 
^rad)t, bie bod^ ni(^t begliidft, unb gib ntir tvxe- 
ber jeneg felige ©efiil^I, ha§< mid) einft erfiiEte!" 

Sange t)er]^arrte er fo auf ben ^nien unh al§> 
er enblid) ha§> ^oupt erbob unb hie ^firanen 
t)on ben ^Utgen iDifd^te, fiefie, ha ftanb i)or i^m 
bie (Jtd)e, unter beren ^d^aiten er einft ben 
3auberer gefunbcn ftatte, unb hen er g^i^^elang 
t)ergeben§ gefud^t Ijatte, unb auf einem ^fabe 
3'tDifd)en hen Bauniien font ifim ein iDunber= 
l'd^bne§ 2Beib entgegen; bie ftral3lenben Slugen 
fd^ienen gen ©imntel gu f^iegeln unb ein lilien^ 
toeif^eg ©etoanb umflog ben ^errlid)en Seib. 

„Xu I)aft mid^ lange t)ergcben§ gefucf)t/' 
fl^rad) fie, auf ben ^id^ter gutretenb, „enblid) 
f)oft S^u ben rid^tigen SSeg gefunben. S^ bin 
bie Siebe unb fomme t)on @ott, ben ^Wenfc^en 

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il&re (^iu^eit mtt i!)rem S(f)o^fer 3u offenBaren 
unb tDer mid^ i:)erfto6t, ber iritt feine eigene 
(^eele mit giifeen. 

„9^ur toer mix StUeS opfert, ift meiner tt)ur» 
big, unb tDetl 2)u Bereit Bift, biefeg gu tl)un, foH 
S)tr 3lEe§, rt)a§ ®u Befi^eft, er!)alten toerbm, 
unb id^ toerbe Bet ®ir BleiBen unb ^i^ nimmer 
berlajfen." 



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